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Thank goodness it's attached...

Over the past week I've been trying to ignore the mess in my quilting room and actually quilt. I was down to the last square I needed to complete (for a block of the month program), and I was missing a 4.5" square. I know it should be there because I sewed the two squares together, marked the diagonal line, stitched on either side of it, then cut on the line I marked, which should make FOUR squares made up of two triangles each. So how did I wind up with only THREE squares when I returned from the ironing board (which is at the other side of the house?)  I backtracked my steps several times, I folded a load of laundry, I cleaned up my cutting board, I even checked the study, the phone in the kitchen, the desk, and the bathroom. It's not there. So now I have a nine patch that cannot be sewn together because it is missing the center left square. And the remnant of fabric I have left to create a new one?  It's .5" too small. So I guess either tomorrow or Thursday I'll take my uncompleted block into the store to show them that Yes, I have worked on the block, and why I can't complete it, and hope they'll accept that so I don't have to pay for the next block.

How does one lose a piece of fabric?

To which my husband would dryly reply, "The same way you lose everything else."

Yes, it is a good thing my head is attached.

P.S. 9 more months 'til Christmas.  And yes, I still have Christmas music playing from the shuffle mode on my ipod. ;)

Comments

Jennifer said…
I had to laugh at this post because I always said if Jacob didn't have his head attached to him, he would forget it or lose it somewhere!!

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